Many face's of quitabonita

I like me. Sometime's I think Im an ok person.I try to be good, you know stay away from crime and shit. I talk to God sometimes, I try not to say mean things to people. Its hard because theres alot of dumb people in the world but who am I to call anyone dumb. I do some pretty dumb stuff myself. Right now Im trying to be in a place where I can still be my chill self but still have the energy of a work-a-holic bitch, that still gets the job done. Basically Im trying to figure out my purpose in life and I realize there are alot of people out there that have the same issue, the "who am I really" issue. I feel like my siblings pretty much have it figured out for themselves. I was worried because Im  in my mid 20's without a clue and my baby sister pretty much has her career started. I have no career ambitions, I still not sure what I want to do because

I want to do so many things. I have things that interest me but with me its like for how long? When I was a kid I was so sure I was gonna be on the radio. That was my thing, making little tape I recorded on my boom box I got for my birthday. I had topics,music and even commercials. I would give it to my parents as gifts and my dad was so proud. Then I realized "damn I really like to write" so all of a sudden I just started writing my ass off. In school I won all these awards and teachers would tell me that I could do this for the rest of my life. Over the years there was so many things I wanted to do, it changed pretty much every week. Then one day I graduated from highschool and I was lost. It wasnt cute anymore to constantly change my mind about what I wanted to do with myself, everyone around me had their goals and I had none. I was going to art school in Atlanta and even though I loved the school,I started questioning why I was there and then all of a sudden being a graphic designer wasnt what I wanted. After dropping out (which became a habit) I went to various schools trying out what I thought I wanted to do. There was the semister in Florida where I wanted to be a interior designer but that shit sucked. There was fashion design and fasion marketing, then there was the year at a community college in North Carolina. No clue why I went there, and how can I forget the year at a program Johns Hopkins University had to become a medical biller and coder. What? coding? Yeah all that money and countless attempts at the exam to get certified and I still havent done anything with that. I have books in the trunk of my car collecting dust instead of actually reading them. I know im artsy fartsy so maybe that's where my focus should be but I know until I really just accept the fact that I dont know what I want to do and I dont give up trying to figure it out, I guess thats all that really matters that I dont stop trying to figure it out and just try my hands at everything that pops in my head. Do I really want to be known as that medical coder marquita? or marquita the chick that did alot of shit? if that makes sense.